Sold To You (GxG)

Chapter 5

Willow

The life of Mafia leader. What a joy.

When I was younger, about Fourteen, I found out that my father was a mafia leader, One of the most feared too. He appeared kind and helpful to me, but, not everyone that appears kind actually is.

Since then he made me the next leader, and I will cherish that. The thought of someone cowering before me, begging for mercy, is like a melody. A sweet melody.

The blood spattered on the wall, it's so wonderful.

If you owe money I give a deadline of five months to pay it off. Five should be enough time, I'll extend it again, but not another time. It's straight death after that.

I own an empire, one of the largest ones in the world, right after the Russo family.

I own various businesses. Elegant fashion, Tequila paradise and some others.

I created those so that I could not make any suspicion about me.

It's really hard to get out of this business once you get into it. So I'm glad I made sure to get my cousin out of this. I couldn't bare to her being like any of us.

Sick and twisted.

Ivy is mine now, I bought her because I didn't want her to be sold to some creepy old man. I couldn't bare to see that.

Ivy is mine, even if she may not know it. I'm going to make her mine, but one step at a time. I don't want her to freak out.

If she was sold to some creep, lord knows what would have happened. I can't bare to see the thought of someone being used and mistreated. And using someone's body for your own pleasure and selfishness.

I've seen many girls get killed for not giving a man what they want from them.

Im glad my father was never one. My father loved my mother dearly, he worshipped the very ground she stood on.

They were in separable. The perfect parents and partners in crime.

Until we found out that mom had been diagnosed with Cancer. And she had five months left to live. Dad didn't take it well, he cried himself to sleep knowing that nothing he did could save her.

Nor anything the doctors did.

She passed away when I was 16, I didn't take it too well, but dad took it the hardest. He would come home drunk and crying in my arms. He would tell me stories every night, about how they met.

It was really heartbreaking to see him like that.

Eventually, he stopped drinking and tried his best to come around, I was always there to comfort him.

I made it my life goal, that no matter how cruel I may be, how sick and twisted my life is. I'll be just like my dad, caring and loving to the love of his life.

That is my promise.